Seeking: One Husband For My Ego


“finding love for all the wrong reasons”

And I have been seeking those “wrong” reasons like a thirsty animal. After I have figured out all those wrong ones, I know figuring right ones together with someone will be far easier. For now, let’s keep rolling our dices 😍💖

Ebony and Crows

My culture is drunk on weddings. It was something that I despised when I became old enough for the matronly mamas at social events to start asking me whether I had managed to snag a potential husband yet. Young ladies were expected to be married off at a very specific age, and the sooner one was able to pull off that feat, the more accolades she could acquire as personal trophies. What one did with those invisible trophies was anyone’s guess because I always had this sneaky suspicion they weren’t keeping anyone warm at night. It was obvious to me that the ring on my finger wouldn’t soothe my upset late at night when I was unhappy if I had only pursued it to prove a point to gossiping busybodies. At some point I started despising the Olympic-style competition for weddings so much that I became averse to the idea…

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